Thorantilth returned Sabine's nod. "Very well, then I must begin preparations. I will send someone to find you when your first trial is ready." He said before leaving back in the direction of the Hist tree. Once the Treeminder left, Reanaseer stepped forward once more, looking at least mostly in the direction of Sabine.

"I am not an expert on the rituals of the Hist in the way that Thorantilth is, but I know the path ahead of you is not an easy one. If your intentions are...genuine, then I wish you luck. Until then, you are our guests. The...common quarters in the largest of the huts will be open to you, and we will share the bounties of our hunts. In return, we expect you to follow our rules and customs. If you are unsure of those rules, you may ask. We would also expect that you...reciprocate our aid to you in whatever way is reasonable. From me, personally, I just ask that you not prove Zharanthixil correct; I would never hear the end of it if you did." Reanaseer explained with a slight grin crossing her face. "Now, you are my guests, but I know nothing about you. Tell me about yourselves, I insist." 

Even if Reanaseer had accepted them as guests, the hunters did not let down their guard. Their eyes were always watching, waiting for signs of treachery. The other villagers, however, seemed to give a mixed, but overall less-hostile response. Most likely could not understand the current conversation, but with how the Elder was speaking to them, most seemed to relax. Some still looked at the pack with suspicion, but others seemed to be simply curious. A few members of the crowd that had gathered drew even closer to the pack to get a better look at them. Some even appeared like they wanted to talk to them, even if the language barrier would prevent that. The hatchlings were especially curious, but the adults around them prevented them from getting too close.